BALANCE AMONG UNCERTAIN COMPROMISES

 Because unfortunately in most cases the Apocryphal signs are slowly leaking out behind the closed, superstitious eyelashes, which once upon a time immortal Universe and eternal love would have loved to cherish and comfort as a human gesture. Today there is nothing for a long time; all man-made instinct laws have ceased and only the viscerally raw flesh-and-blood biological rules of preying remain vigilant. It would be good not to think about the endless labyrinth of Existence, which have been unconsciously concreted into the subconscious of the inner brain, It would be good to just run safely through the sly, manipulable intersections of conscious doubt, disillusionment and uncertainty. It would be good to slow down the organic degeneration of the body a little in the momentum towards Death, if the Sisyphean weights of the weak human sins and crimes were weighed in the pan of the scales, just like those of the guilty souls. 

It would be good to embark on the Fateless Roads with a companion and not in a shell-like solitude. As if every petty movement, will were just another cross-section of frontally clashing gazes, whose - if you like it or not - rules of the game that make deals have been set to an end. It would be better to turn back with a loyal friend, while you can. Is it necessary to balance these current doubts by making seesaw compromises?! 

A showcase, or just a feverish luxury w***e life - not much - so that everyone can stand with everyone according to the status quo; a missed opportunity, or just a rotting community of fate, almost going the same way. Scattered around, the envious are languishing in a frenzy of jealousy!